Chapter 4 Milking
MILKING
“No!” Titan looked horrified. “In what universe—Who would buy an omega?”
Then he seemed to remember something, and his shoulders sagged.
“No, I’m not buying an omega,” Titan said quietly. “I don’t deal with the black market. I’m trying to save up so I can court an omega. I need to prove that I can provide for him.”
Mathlin’s breath caught in his throat. Titan seemed so sincere that something in Mathlin just... shifted.
“I’ll help you with that too,” he blurted. “Let’s make sure you get a really good omega.”
Titan looked up at him. “You’d help me with that?”
“Of course! Let me set Jannie down. Then we’ll get your cream, and we’ll come up with an attack plan.”
“I hope, by ‘attack plan’, you don’t mean attacking an actual omega.”
Mathlin rolled his eyes. “Not unless you plan on assaulting him with pictures of your cock. That might work.”
The alpha frowned. “Who gives out dick pics as a seduction method?”
“Trust me, it works,” Mathlin said.
Titan squinted at him.
Mathlin brushed it off and looked around for a spot for Jannie. “You don’t happen to have a crib or playpen, do you?”
Titan winced. “This place isn’t equipped for a baby, to be honest.”
“I’ll watch her!” Hamilton sang, bursting into the office.
Mathlin wasn’t sure about letting Hamilton babysit her; there were things about Jannie he was trying to hide. But he was fairly certain that Hamilton was a Butler Brother—and from what his new friends had told him, the Butler Brothers could be counted on to keep people and places safe.
He pulled off his shirt and unstrapped Jannie, handing her over. “Be good, okay? Don’t give Hamilton trouble.”
She grinned and patted his face with her little hands. Hopefully she wouldn’t shift; she had done a partial shift earlier, roasting the tub of ice cream because it was too cold for her.
“Just make sure she doesn’t get chilly,” Mathlin said.
“Easy enough,” Hamilton sang. He wandered out of the office with Jannie and helpfully shut the door.
And now it was just Mathlin and Titan staring at each other over the elephant—elephant’s trunk—in the room.
“I finally understand what Hamilton meant by ‘milkmaid’,” Mathlin blurted. “You’re the cow, and I’m the maid.”
The moment the words sank into his head, he buried his face in his hands. Titan was so going to fire him.
Titan snorted. “I’m not going to moo for you.”
“That would be a really weird roleplay.”
“We’re not roleplaying,” Titan said flatly.
“The lube and vials are in the cabinet on your right. I’ll buy one of those silicone masturbation sleeves, that I can just shove my cock into instead of having you jerk me off.
But it would still need to be held down, or strapped down, and it would still need to be cleaned. ” He sighed. “It’s all such a pain.”
“It’s not a pain to me!” Mathlin hurriedly said. “My hands are happy to hold your cock. Uh. I could draw happy faces on them?”
“Please don’t.” Titan stood up. The bulge in his sweatpants was bigger now; Mathlin swallowed hard.
He felt Titan’s gaze on him as he retrieved a vial—it was half the size of a soda can, with a screw lid at the top. Titan rounded the desk and sat on the edge of it, spreading his legs.
“Your name really matches your, uh, size,” Mathlin blurted, stepping gingerly between the alpha’s thick thighs.
“Someday, I’ll tell you how I was named. It has nothing to do with my cock,” Titan said, the corners of his lips twitching. “Pull down the front of my pants, get my cock and balls out.”
The command stroked down Mathlin’s spine like a lover’s caress. Titan hadn’t said it seductively, but... There was something about him being in charge. It was hot.
Mathlin carefully slipped his fingers behind the sturdy waistband.
Titan’s skin was warm, and it grew warmer the further down Mathlin went.
As he tugged on the elastic, more and more of Titan’s cock was revealed—girthy and veiny, its musky scent filling Mathlin’s lungs.
Then it sprang free, pointing up at him, its tip red and rounded.
“It’s as though it has a mind of its own,” Mathlin whispered. “Like it’s sentient and trying to say hi.”
“If that floats your boat. I won’t kink-shame.”
“No! Talking cocks are not my kink.”
“Get two pumps of lube in your palm, spread it over your hands to warm it up,” Titan said. Mathlin did exactly that. “Now, grip my cock and start stroking. Before I forget—right before you collect the sample, wipe the excess lube off my tip, so there isn’t too much of that going into the vial.”
“Okay.” Slowly, Mathlin wrapped his hands around that thick, heavy length. It was warm, growing harder as his hands dragged along it. “Wow, you’re big.”
“Biggest you’ve seen?” Titan smiled.
Mathlin couldn’t help it; he imagined that big cock sliding against his own body, thrusting against his lips, his nipples. He imagined Titan gripping his hair and fucking into his mouth, precum leaking onto his tongue.
Or maybe... Titan holding him down on all fours, slotting his cock between Mathlin’s thighs, teasing him with his sheer size. Maybe rubbing it against his hole, covering it with precum. Maybe he would press his tip against Mathlin’s entrance and shoot precum inside.
“Your scent changed,” Titan murmured.
Only then did Mathlin remember that Titan was a wolf. And that Titan could smell whatever pheromones Mathlin was putting off. “I’m falling sick!” he squeaked. “It makes me stink!”
Titan coughed lightly. “No, your scent was sweet and cozy, like warm linen. But it’s now deeper. Muskier.”
“I’m not wet!” Mathlin blurted.
Titan’s mouth curved. “Okay.”
Mathlin’s fingers wandered to Titan’s tip, stroking the bundle of nerves under it. Titan jerked and hissed; Mathlin gripped him where his knot would swell. The alpha’s eyes flashed gold.
“Can you smell it?” Mathlin’s mouth asked without his permission.
“Smell what?”
“My... fluids.”
“You’re implying that there are fluids to smell.” Titan grinned.
“No! There are none!” Mathlin’s hole squeezed damply. He jerked Titan’s cock in an attempt to distract him. The alpha groaned, his abs flexing.
“You’re doing great,” Titan murmured. “Stroke my entire length, base to tip. Give the tip some extra attention, rub its slit.”
It was slippery, Titan’s precum trickling down his length and adding to the wetness. Mathlin trailed his fingertips around the edge of Titan’s cockhead, then rubbed lightly against its opening. When Titan breathed out, Mathlin rubbed his slit harder.
“Massage my balls,” Titan said tightly, his breaths coming faster. “It increases cum production.”
With one hand still wrapped around Titan’s tip, Mathlin reached down, squeezing one ball at a time. “They’re heavy.”
“All the better to—” Titan coughed and looked away, his ears turning pink. His body was slowly tensing up, his balls pulling tight.
The longer Mathlin stroked him, the stronger Titan’s musk grew. His pupils had dilated, his lips parted as he began to pant.
“Fuck,” Titan growled, his voice edging into wolf. Was it Mathlin, or had Titan’s teeth grown sharper?
This felt dangerous. Thrilling. Mathlin had never encountered an alpha who behaved this way during sex. He slid his hands all the way to Titan’s base, his fingers brushing wiry hair. Then he dragged his fingers to Titan’s tip, flicking his wrist.
Titan tensed, holding his body still as though he was trying not to lunge forward. Did he... want to taste Mathlin’s hole?
Slick trickled out of Mathlin. Titan’s nose twitched; his gaze raked over Mathlin as though undressing him.
He could smell Mathlin’s slick, couldn’t he?
Mathlin blushed. This was supposed to be a one-way thing; he wasn’t supposed to get aroused.
But there was a traitorous bulge at the front of his pants, and his underwear was soaked.
“I’m trying to keep this professional,” Titan growled. His fangs had lengthened, sharp and dangerous. His skin was fuzzier, his eyes bright gold.
“How do people even stay professional when they come?” Mathlin asked. “It’s like you’re having your soul sucked out through your cock. Your body doesn’t like being separated from your soul, so it starts flopping like a fish on land. Fish flopping isn’t professional.”
Titan coughed, his shoulders shaking. “Fuck, Mathlin. Could you... pump harder?”
“I’m trying! I’m not very strong. Maybe I can hold my hands still, and you can stand up and fuck them? Your hips still work.”
Titan’s breath rushed out; his cock throbbed against Mathlin’s palms. “Yeah. Let’s try that.”
He got his feet under himself, towering over Mathlin. Then he began to thrust, long hard strokes that felt sinful.
Mathlin could almost feel it inside him; all he could hear was the slick slide of Titan’s cock in his fists, all he could feel was Titan’s thrusts growing harder and more desperate.
Titan backed him up against the wall, bracing himself with one shoulder.
Both of them watched as Titan’s cock pushed through the tunnel of Mathlin’s fists, powerful thrusts that made Mathlin’s breath catch.
Any omega would love to have Titan’s cock in them, stretching them so wide, filling them completely.
Already, Mathlin could imagine Titan grinding against his sweet spot, pushing further, deeper, until he was pressed up against the opening of his womb, ready to pump him full of cum.
Mathlin’s throat grew dry. What would it be like to be pinned under Titan, helpless to do anything but take his cock? What would it feel like to be pounded open and bred by this alpha?
Mathlin grew so wet, he couldn’t think.
“Fuck, your scent,” Titan hissed, his eyes flashing again. “Need. Need—”
He was about to come.
“Wait!” Mathlin cried.
Titan shuddered and stopped, sucking in broken gasps of air. “What?”